After Math

May 21, 2010

By Anonymous, Fredonia, AZ

Image Credit: Jessica B., Bethesda, MD

The after math of dreaming of you, leaves me cold and all alone. The smell of your touch leaves me frozen like a corps. Your taste and touch will be the death of me. And all I ever wanted was to love you.

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